What Darkness Inspires


There was little light in the cellar, but it was nothing to the darkness of the army of boot heels sinking into the bloody ground overhead. Continue reading


When Good Bears Go Bad

grizzlySmokey sighed and sniffed the shirt front and wide-brimmed hat of the abandoned Park Ranger uniform.  It had been dropped near the scenic overview, next to the Michigan-plated Lexus. Betsy likely hadn’t even noticed that her guide had paws, not hands and feet.

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